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[center][h2]Pandora's Prison[/h2][/center]
[center][i]Wraithblade6[/i][/center]
[center]Day 1, Morning[/center] 
[center]Damien[/center]

Damien listened patiently to her story, casually running his fingers along the bars beside himself in the darkness. He smirked at the end of it. "So murder it is. A life taken for a life promised and then forsaken. Vengeance is reasonable enough to me... but I know you are lying." He seemed amused, but only brielfy before returning to being somber. "The unfortunate truth, is that they don't put prisoners in here unless they are costing the government money, and they don't keep you alive unless you prove potentially useful. You're just an animal in a zoo, your cage will only be opened for you to do your circus tricks, then you are shoved right back into it until you rot. They want what you know, or they want to sell you to someone." The depths of pessimism and blackness around this man were truly repulsive, yet could he possibly be telling the truth? Damien leaned his head on the bars and sighed heaily. "Ten years it's been for me, since my soul was imprisoned. Since then, I have fed only on vengeance. It is only my body that changes location. ... The Blade, dear girl. They have cost me everything."